A Night with Casey Part 1

There in Casey's kitchen you make out who knows how many magical minutes. She felt so damn good pressed against you, she tasted so damn good to your plunging tongue. Yet as amazing as it was you both wanted more, so much more.

You feel Casey's hand slide up under your shirt, her palms and spread fingers push up your abs and chest. She lets out a long hot breath as she feels your flesh in her hands. She grips your pecs and light claws her fingers back down your body. Leaning back you reach down an pull your shirt from your body and toss it to a nearby chair.

Casey's eyes widen with unfiltered desire as she looks up and down your bare chest and stomach. "You're beautiful!" She gasps. Leaning down she kisses your chest and lightly traces her fingers over your stomach.

"Mmmmm." You rumble. You rest your hands on her shoulders as she kisses up and down your upper body.

She was inexperienced and it showed. Her movements are hesitant and unsure. She kept glancing up at you to see if what she was doing was feeling good or not. She was doing her best you could see she wasn't comfortable yet. She kissed and sucked at your bare flesh with ever increasing desire. Her hands grabbing at you with more and more yearning.

Taking her carefully by the shoulders you stand her back straight. Her red lips were parted and she was breathing heavier. There was a gorgeous blush across her cheeks and her wide green eyes shone with lovelight. In a soft breathy whisper she says. "Put your hands on me Jesse. Let me feel you."

Slipping your arms around her you kiss her deeply once more. Her hand grasp your bare back and hold your tight. You find the zipper along the back of her dress and slowly pull it down.

"Mmmmm!" She moans into your mouth.

You pull the zipper down right the end then slip your hand in through the space it had opened. You feel her warm soft skin. She wore no bra or under garment on her upper body today. Your hands run up and down her long back. It felt...different from Allison. Shaped differently and not as soft in certain places. But it still felt great.

You take a step back, your wet lips smack as they part from hers.

She stares at you with a raw burning desire, yet still with some fear and reservation. You reach out and gently push the shoulders of her dress out over her arms. In the blink of an eye her dress slips quietly and gracefully down over her body. She stands before you now wearing only a lacy but tasteful pair of red panties, the bulge of her excitement easy to see.

The moment hits you unawares. Despite readying yourself for it, despite seeing your families bodies, despite everything you knew...it takes you by surprise.

Without her dress...Casey...well...she was a boy.

A slender, willowy, lean and lovely boy. But a boy. A body much closer to your own than any woman you had ever seen.

Her thin shoulders...had a teardrop shape to them. Her slender waist was tapered...but the round hourglass curves were not there. Her lats were wider than his narrow hips. Her stomach was flat and soft...but carried what little fat there was in a different way. Her chest had an unmistakable pectoral shape. No breasts here, though her nipples did look soft and inviting. Without her dress on her other more masculine features suddenly stood out into focus more. The shape of the muscles of the neck and legs. The tiny adam's apple. The proportion of her legs to her long upper body. Even the way she carried her weight.

Casey's a boy. A boy. A man. Casey is a boy!

You knew this of course yet with Casey always made up and dressed so impeccably it had been so damn easy to forget it. Seeing her like this now brought it all to a head in an instant. It was the difference between knowing something and really knowing something.

You had somehow assumed it was the penis that was going to throw you. After the shock of your family you thought you were ready for it. But your family had the bodies of women despite having a dick. This was different. You just hadn't readied yourself for this. You don't mean to, you truly...honestly don't mean to, but you hesitate. You stare. You falter.

You still wanted her...you still were attracted to her...she was still beautiful...but you just hadn't been ready.

She sees you falter. She sees you stare. Not admiring, not desiring...but staring. As if on some freakish curiosity.

"Jesse?" She whispers. As you stare at her body her posture subtly shifts from nervous but eager to be seen...to doubting and self conscious. She shifts awkwardly, wanting to cover herself. She pulls at your hips to bring her closer, you instinctively resist as your mind processes what it was seeing.

She leans in for another kiss. And...damn you...DAMN YOU...damn your stupid stunned insecure reaction. You pull away from her.

The emotions you see flash and twitch through her beautiful face in that moment was heart breaking.

"Jesse?"